Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Just Thrown on The Shore Where The Wave Dies

Is it really what you get
Is it a bit more than you expect
The whale is singing so lonely
I’m getting out off promises

On a desperate land I’m planted
I feel the whole embarked escape
Dripping from my fingers like the sand
Just thrown on the shore where the wave dies

A minimalist picture comes
It’s a memory of our love
I feel the sun is calling back
All the black souls it should forget
Is it a red moon in your hand
That keeps on making me understand

A singing shadow with regrets
A barking dog on the filthy cliff
Is it enough to make concrete
From the powder sand
From all what was filling in our dreams
A barely drawn esquisse from coal

I’m not even sure the song will end
It’s a mistake or a thing we tell
To the single child we keep to be
To the empty space we can’t complete
Under the plastic moon
Under the words family spreads
Our bodies tend to this last sleep
Under the plastic dreams

Flowing and flowing and flowing again
Is there a god smiling up there
Flowing like hopeless mystic leaves
That keep above the dark green sea

I wonder why you are not here
I wonder why this last disease
Pollutes my veins and drain my tears
Like just thrown
Just thrown on the shore where the wave dies